Lyrics A Smashing Indictment Of Character - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

A Smashing Indictment Of Character

There was a clang in them when they first looked on me and said the word
disgrace
If I could have spoke I would have give what for but, I ain’t the giving type
Doctors came in herds touch-feathered my spine’s curve, said the word absurd
They stood on my blindside, brutal with their words told them I should be
thinned
What they gonna do if I don’t fall?
When they brought me home they laid me in my trunk and had a grieving contest
The neighbors came to see, the door was closed too hard before they even could
knock
I kept the town awake behind my fits and quakes I heard the word mistake
They said runaway but gravity is cruel — we know I’m some kind of useless
What they gonna do if I don’t fall?
When I came of age I once again tried to speak but they all just guffawed
And when I came of age I once again tried to run, they kept up their guffaws
Vengeance ain’t yours or mine when one ain’t got a spine so stop wasting my time
So in remembrance of me put death in it’s place make good use of your temper